Part 18 (1/2)

The pain in her eyes, when she looks at me while trying to breathe through her contraction, is hard to swallow. I feel like an a.s.shole right now, but my head is all over the place. I asked her a million times after she told me she was pregnant if there was any chance this baby was mine. She told me over and over again, no... that she and Brock never used protection. She said she was one hundred percent positive it was his and gave me this whole spiel about them being in love.

I guess the little fairytale she pictured didn't play out like she thought it would if he's getting drunk in a bar somewhere while she's in labor, and he's trying to pa.s.s the kid onto me.

”You're such an a.s.shole, Jordon. I'm here getting ready to give birth, and you're only worrying about your stupid girlfriend. Let me guess, you brought that b.i.t.c.h here with you?”

What the f.u.c.k?!

Raking my fingers through my hair, I fist a hand full and tug on it. I try to breathe and keep my anger at bay; the last thing I need is to make a scene here in the hospital.

My agent would kick my a.s.s.

Speaking of, I still need to call my agent and tell her about this situation. I wouldn't put it past Kinsley to try and sell this to the tabloids for a few grand.

”Brittan is here in the waiting room, to be exact, because she's my girlfriend. When people love each other, they stand by your side supporting you!” My words come out clipped and laced with anger. It is taking every ounce of strength I have to keep my voice down right now.

The second I say 'love' my body goes numb, and Kinsley's face drops.

I can't believe I just admitted out loud that I'm in love with Brittan to f.u.c.king Kinsley before I even said it to her.

”How cute! Well, we'll see if she's still standing by your side once our baby is here.” She's trying to hide it, but my words have shaken her to the core. I can hear the anger and jealousy in her voice. She has this fantasy that everything is going to play out like she wants it, but in reality it isn't.

The cold hard truth will sink in whether she wants it to or not.

This baby will not make us a family.

If it is mine, I'll get visitation and be in its life, but we will not be getting back together.

Before I can say anything, a nurse comes in along with Kinsley's mother and sister.

Just great.

”Hi, Kinsley. How are your contractions?” The nurse asks as she looks over the rolls of paper coming out of the machines attached to Kinsley's belly.

I can feel her mother's eyes on me, and it's making me uneasy. I can't help but feel my anxiety with this whole situation intensify the second she walked through the door.

”I just had one, it was about a six. Do you think I'll be able to get the epidural soon?” The entire time Kinsley is talking to the nurse I keep my eyes on my phone while I text a quick message to Brock telling the f.u.c.ker to get his a.s.s down here right now. I just hope he doesn't ignore it. I know if it were me, I'd hate myself for the rest of my life if I missed the birth of my child due to my being a stubborn SOB.

”We'll check your cervix and see, okay?” The nurse says stepping between Kinsley's legs and pulling gloves on.

Shoving my phone back in my pocket, I lift my eyes and lock onto Kinsley's mothers.

”Pamela.” Is all I say nodding my head before turning towards her sister, ”Abby.”

”Hey.” Is all Abby says before stepping beside Kinsley and talking to her quietly.

This is the most awkward situation I've ever been in.

”Jordon.” Her mother says suddenly, with softness in her voice.

Welcome to the f.u.c.king Twilight Zone.

”We're so thrilled you were able to make it with your busy schedule, and all. The doctor thinks our little princess will be here in a matter of hours.”

Biting my tongue and holding back what I'd really like to say to her, I just nod my head. Turning to Kinsley I lean down beside her and whisper in her ear, ”I'm going back out to the waiting room. When the baby is ready to be born let me know. Until then, I will be out there with Brittan. I sent a text to Brock, if he has any brains in that head of his he'll get his a.s.s down here. You and I both know this baby isn't mine. I hope you understand the s.h.i.+t storm you're stirring up by lying about this. You're messing with people's lives, Kinsley.”

Before she can even try to argue with me I storm out of the room. If I'm in there one more second, I'm going to lose my f.u.c.king mind. The second her mother acted like my best f.u.c.king friend I knew Brittan was right. This is all about money.

What they don't understand is I'm no idiot. The second that baby is born we're having a paternity test done. I will prove what I already know to be true.

This baby is not mine.

Brittan I cannot believe this is happening.

We go from having such a wonderful day to coming to the hospital in the middle of the night because Jordon's ex-girlfriend is in labor and claiming the baby is his.

He swore to me he's not the father, but I still can't help but be shaken up and scared. No matter what happens I will stay by Jordon's side. I never thought it would be possible to ever fall in love again, and I'm not giving that up. Over the last few months, things between Jordon and I have slowly changed from friends.h.i.+p to what I now know is love.

It's been hard coming to terms with the fact that I have to let Cane go, but slowly, with each pa.s.sing day I've spent with Jordon, it gets easier. I still listen to his voicemails from time to time, and when I do, I cry tears of joy instead of tears of sadness. I'm able to reflect back on my happy memories of Cane and even share some of them with Jordon.

That is one of the many reason's I love Jordon. He is so respectful of my past and my love for Cane. He understands a part of me will also belong to Cane, but the other part of me belongs to him.

I've wanted to tell Jordon but just can't seem to find the words. I sing in front of thousands of people and never get stage fright, but I get cold feet every time I try to tell Jordon three simple words.

I feel like I'm finally in a good place emotionally, and a lot of that has to do with Jordon. I'm sober. I'm happy, and I look forward to the future now. Whatever this Kinsley girl is hoping to accomplish, I will make sure it doesn't happen. I'm stronger now and will fight for Jordon.

We've been sitting in the waiting room for six hours now, and my b.u.t.t is officially broken. d.a.m.n it to h.e.l.l with these uncomfortable a.s.s hospital chairs. I'm glad I opted to wear yoga pants and UGG boots instead of getting fully dressed this morning. Now I'm able to curl up and lie on Jordon's chest and be comfortable.

Well as comfortable as I can, considering we're sitting on the worlds most uncomfortable chairs and have our nerves on edge as we sit here and wait.

The coffee here tastes like mud, so I've offered to take Jordon's car down the street to get us some. Thank G.o.d not too many people are out and about at six a.m., so I was able to go unnoticed.

The last thing we need is the press catching wind of this. I don't want that girl getting one second of fame from the lies she's spewing.

It's a little after eight-thirty in the morning, and Jordon is on the phone with his agent. He's a total mess right now. I told him he should call his parents, but he doesn't want to get them involved. He doesn't want to have them come down here and bond with a baby that he knows in his heart isn't his.

It's going to be the longest three days of his life while we wait for the DNA results. His attorney informed us we can have a saliva test done on Jordan and the baby, as soon as she's born. We should have the results within three days.

Just as Jordon is getting off the phone, it alerts him of a new message.

”Who is it?” I ask nervously, because, by the look on his face; he doesn't seem too thrilled.

Dropping his head into his hands, he shakes it and shows me the text message with a link to Perez Hilton's website.

Breaking News! Jordon Valentine is going to be a daddy! And it isn't with his rocker girlfriend, Brittan, the lead singer to the rock group Beyond Redemption! An anonymous source confirmed to us his ex-girlfriend Kinsley Jefferson is in labor right now at Mercer Hospital in Chicago. Does this mean the end to Rock & Roll's favorite new couple already?

”Who the f.u.c.k leaked this?!” I shout jumping to my feet and s.n.a.t.c.hing the phone out of his hand.

Tossing his head back and hitting it roughly against the wall three times, Jordon slides his hand over his face as he tries to keep his anger at bay.

”Either Kinsley did this or one of her stupid f.u.c.king friends. I know for d.a.m.n sure it wasn't a nurse in here, unless they're looking for a f.u.c.king lawsuit.”